Hushed Willows hunter's seeker

Sivaak's fanclub

Randolf's focus shifted once more to the other as Sivaak attested her position, revealing little information beyond her odd title. A shrug accompanied his agreeable rumble, for the northman was used to anonymity. In fact, he almost preferred it. The company he sought was worthy not in name nor origin, but in the strength and resilience that came with battle. "Sivaak will not be disappointed."

He followed her swift departure with quick strides of his own until he moved besides the white woman, tail flicking at her choice of words. Muradoii, much like Frørgjöll, weeded out the weak before they became a liability. Icy eyes raked her scarred frame with careful calculation; it was so easy for one to be consumed by their own power as had been the case for many before. He only hoped it had not reached Sivaak's head - not yet.